Lately

Maybe I went too far, maybe I said too much
Maybe the depression has me losing touch
Drinking every night and making bad decisions
I swear lately all of my demos are on a mission
There’s so many apologies I need to give
There’s so many people I need to forgive
Sexting questionable girls for attention
Girls I’m too ashamed to mention
But that’s what happens when you lose the will to survive
If didn’t think I was going to Hell I probably wouldn’t still be alive